Elopement — when a resident wanders out of a care home — is a real risk, particularly for people with dementia. But in the vast majority of cases in the state, the facilities are never inspected and rarely sanctioned.
I cannot speak for anyone else, but I am an atheist and I do not believe in an afterlife, so I want every single second of life on this planet I can possibly get. I have had a lot of bad things in my life, including ongoing serious health problems. I have been to 10 on the pain scale multiple times. Dementia doesn’t scare me. I understand why some people don’t want to go out that way because it was the way my father went out, but he went out angry because he was an angry man and eventually didn’t even know why he was angry. I certainly understand why Robin Williams chose to end his life because his mind was his gift to the world.
But I’m not like that. I want to be alive as long as I still know what life is.
I’m personally of the opinion that if I (consistently) can’t remember the day before, life isn’t worth living.
Doesn’t matter if I’m happy every day. Because I feel like memories are what make me, me.
But if I can remember a whole week or even a month I’m not so sure anymore. In a week I could at least learn something and recall what I did yesterday and the day before that.
I cannot speak for anyone else, but I am an atheist and I do not believe in an afterlife, so I want every single second of life on this planet I can possibly get. I have had a lot of bad things in my life, including ongoing serious health problems. I have been to 10 on the pain scale multiple times. Dementia doesn’t scare me. I understand why some people don’t want to go out that way because it was the way my father went out, but he went out angry because he was an angry man and eventually didn’t even know why he was angry. I certainly understand why Robin Williams chose to end his life because his mind was his gift to the world.
But I’m not like that. I want to be alive as long as I still know what life is.
I’m personally of the opinion that if I (consistently) can’t remember the day before, life isn’t worth living.
Doesn’t matter if I’m happy every day. Because I feel like memories are what make me, me.
But if I can remember a whole week or even a month I’m not so sure anymore. In a week I could at least learn something and recall what I did yesterday and the day before that.